I like cars, as a child I would spend hours in the driver's seat of my Dad's car pretending to drive. When I was 14 my Step-Dad had an ex-army long wheel based Landrover that he let me drive around a field up near Leeds Bradford Airport. And whilst that nearly put me off driving forever it didn't put me off cars.
So when we were browsing the Yorkshire Post on Saturday and saw that there would be classic cars at Harewood it was an obvious choice.
It was absolutely full to the brim with fancy new cars and a massive range of old vehicles, I'm sure not all of which would be called classic. Mini Metro.... classic....? I think not.
I sat behind the wheel of cars I will never ever be able to afford. Cars that cost more than a house.
Some of them I could barely see over the steering wheel and could not get out of without some help. Yes, fancy electric BMW that was you.
The classic cars were in fantastic condition which is a testament to the owners who lavish time and money on them.
There were some lovely little minis.
This was one of my favourites (I love the Gulf blue).
I only saw the one Fiat 500 but what a beauty.
This french number was voted the most beautiful car by car designers at some point in time. When it came out it must have been so futuristic. It was in great condition throughout.
Then there was the classic Aston Martin.
The General Lee, for all you Dukes of Hazard fans
An escort RS, taken for my husband who had one when they first came out.
He is more of a petrol head than me
And a Lotus (Lots Of Trouble Usually Serious) which we liked a lot. Ignore the dippy red-head...
I actually have an MG midget but it needs restoration and that takes time, money and more importantly needs space. So one day, probably when I have finally retired from work, I might get to be one of the people sat with their pride and joy in the sunshine while people like me pass by and oooh and aaah at their cars. I look forward to that day.